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Nov 2013
The petite girl in my class laughed today
a small peal of bells
poured over silent thickness
light
effortless

i hated the sound
a harsh metal clamor in my mind
so freely loosed

did she earn that accidental grace
from which her bright teeth flickered prettily?
Written by
Micah Morse  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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   A Mareship
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